Page 48 of Paradox
“Do you remember? The moment you realized you fell in love with me?”
“Fell? I’m still falling, baby doll.”
“Gage….” I stop fighting my tears, letting them fall freely down my cheeks. “I love you. I love you so much.”
I press my lips to his, feverishly kissing him as I straddle him. His fingers slide into my hair, holding me in place. He takes over, devouring my lips, tongue delving into my mouth. Sliding back and forth, I grind on his dick, moaning as he gets harder and harder.
“Raven,” he growls, ripping his lips from mine.
Our eyes meet, his seeking permission to continue. I nod, needing him more than I ever have before.
“Turn around,” he continues in the same gruff voice. I heed his instruction. “Good girl.”
Fuck. My muscles clench. He knows what those words do to me.
Spreading his legs, he fits me between them, pulling my back to his chest. My legs tremble from his touch when his fingertips glide up my inner thighs.
“I missed you, babe,” he mumbles, burying his nose in my neck before trailing it up and nipping at my earlobe with his teeth.
“Gage.” His name comes out on a gasp.
He cups my pussy over my panties, groaning in my ear. “Fuck, I missed the heat of my pussy… my tight, wet heaven.”
For a moment, I think about pulling away but he doesn’t give me a chance, hand diving inside my underwear. I gasp again, a smile forming on my lips when his fingers glide across my clit.
I’m wet.
We both moan. I reach up, fingers sliding into his hair, nails scraping his scalp.
God, I missed him, too.
“Sí, papi… ahí. Tócame….”
My head falls back on his shoulder and he latches on to the base of my neck, sucking and licking my skin. His fingers work their magic, stoking the fire kindling inside me. Before I know what’s happening, I’m on my back and he’s on top of me. He reaches for my T-shirt but I grab his hands.
“Not… not yet. Please.”
He nods, reaching under it instead to tug my panties off. He tosses it to the floor, then positions himself between my thighs.
“You’re beautiful, Raven. This body carried my children, feeds them. If you think that makes me want you less, you’re sadly mistaken.”
There he goes, always saying exactly what I need to hear.
“Shut up and kiss me.” I grab his shoulders, pulling him down to me.
Our lips meet in a frenzy of motion, all our pent-up energy and frustration of the last few months coming to the surface. I can’t kiss him enough, taste him enough,feelhim enough. My hands roam his back, nails digging into his flesh. He grinds on me, his dick straining against his boxers. I can’t take it anymore. I need him inside me.
Frantic, I push his boxers down, enclosing his dick in a fist. He groans, hips thrusting into my palm.
“You ready, babe?”
“Yes. Please!”
His hand replaces mine and he wastes no more time, surging inside me. My head presses into the pillow, a wheezing breath escaping me as my body struggles against the invasion.
“Shit! I’m sorry, baby doll.”
He tries to retreat but I grip his ass, keeping him in place. I stare into his eyes, panting.
